Alia's permission 2 imagine, hi, ho

"o Erwa my darling angel bug, play some music for us."

All the worlds come hurrying alive at Lun's house. Erwa gently slides the piring hitam out of its paper cover and puts it onto the vinyl player. Tick, tick, hi, ho, it begins to spins and spins. Blood gets hot and breath gets short. Erwa's velvet eyelashes fluttered to the bone-teasing tune permeating heavy smoke air. Would you care for a rokok? The girls and their perfumed hair and manicured fingers, never-ending stories. Kaylynn strings a pearl necklace around Lun's neck. . 

The bell rings, once, twice, ring, ring, hi, ho. In the twilight, time unclasps itself as Lun's guests begin to arrive. Shh, look as the guests bathed an unknown ritual of walking through a door shaded with electric blue streamers. Feel it brush against a heavy leather jacket, a flowery polyester shirt, a pair of white knee-high socks, a bare midriff and a pair of seashell earrings.

Lee settles a punch bowl of sirap onto the dining table. The lychees and pineapples swirled in a watery red mosaic of basil seeds. "Telur katak!", Omar teases Lee. Omar takes out a crumpled pack of rokok and offers Lee one. The lighter flickered once, twice, hi, ho, briefly illuminating Omar's heavily-lined dark eyes. Omar throws his lighter to Lee in a playful gesture. Kaylynn is standing at the other end of the table, picking at a star-shaped melon ball. Lee, with a cigarette dangling by the side of his mouth standing at the head of the table. Nara arrives to the table with her mee goreng (extra tauhu as Nadhirah requested!) on a silver platter. Nara's shadowed baby blue eyes fluttered, once, twice, hi, ho, are you mesmerized yet? I think Nara stole a chunk of cloud blue from the sky. What an unconscious brazen act! Lun with a beaded bag resting against her left thigh, walks over and greets Nara with a girlish peck on soft blushed cheek. Together, they examine the various foods laid on the linen-covered table. In a singsong tune, Lun goes, "... nasi hujan panas, tri-coloured neapolitan cake, rendang ayam, kuih-muihs in pandan greens and artificial pinks..." Nara rearranged the decorative glass fruits so that the glassy banana sticks out of the bowl like a tropical obscene phallic, with a wink and a crooked grin that followed almost naturally. 

Look, Sya is petting Roslan's head affectionately. Red plastic hearts shaded his intoxicated eyes. I hear he write sonnets about Sya's beautiful pout and the way the baby hair at the nape of her neck curled inwards. The mattress would drag itself to Sya and Roslan if it could. An epileptic froth of mad esctacy, drunken gossip floating in vain, the fright of a blurry touch, the pause of one last kiss. The party is in full swing. Erwa and Nadhirah are dancing, like a pair of thin crescent moons. Their gestures are slow and dreamlike. The white slip on dress Nadhirah is wearing has a slit that reaches to her lower back like a glistening wound against copper-tones. Her head of bleached hair with red tips swayed to the tune like translucent amber sealed in dreams. 

The long awaited moment finally arrives. Kaylynn accidentally steps on Faisal's toes. Faisal, Nara, Erwa, Lee and Kaylynn descended from the stairs with a cake of tree shade candles. The sparklers burned for brief hazardous minutes. Every guests settled onto the lazy couch, absorbed into a sequence of actions: cut cake, eat cake, hi, ho, cut cake, eat cake. Crumbs of cake are littered on the table like a flotsam of shipwreck. Mouths for smoking, yawning, laughing, and nibbling pudding and cake. Hands for caressing, gesturing, signalling. Spirits leaping high into the perfumed atmosphere as the tune goes on and on into the night, hi, ho. 

Under the cold supervision of naked stars, the copulating rhythm of the universe in Lun's house continue to ebb and flow a great drowsy tide. I want to hoard the soon to be swept clumps of confetti on the floor of this resuscitated reality before they see me. Did you wish Mulazine a happy birthday? We are three years old today.